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HAHAHAHA...

Last night RULED.
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nixon:
Perhaps a Red Room outing later in the week?
noelani:
Liar! I did no such thing.

*Does voodoo spell to erase any of my shinanagans last night from your mind. And everyone elses for that matter.
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There's a feeling of something unfinished...

A sensation like the quick, ice-cold-hot feeling of a razor's thin cut on your skin.

I still remember the warm distance of your eyes, girl; a million miles to cross with smiles and fingers.

And I wonder what would have been if we had kissed, or if I had been in this world the night that you called.

Distance,...
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noelani:
By George, I think I've found it!! (where is that saying from? Who's George?...)

Copied from a post in another friends journal, and I thought you might find it interesting due to our ongoing dialogue about why I'm feeling so disconnected. :

Hhmm.... someone is sounding like me as of late. Though I think my motivation (Getting my business back on track and being successful) is coming back into focus. Since I've been back from BM, and where I thought I would be (my thoughts being made when I lived in NY) is not where I pictured, my whole sense of purpose and/or direction of my life has been all askew. It's been weird trying to decompress and adjust to that reality. Now I've just realized that I'm not where I wanted to be because I'm not trying hard enough to make it happen. My focus has been blaming other things happening in my life but in reality it's just me that has to take my life by the reigns and go.

Oh, and (in response to your last entry), pancakes and EZ cheeze.... Seriously, there's much better things to put in your mouth, even if you're in the middle of the desert. And, I went to Absinthe once, a long time ago before going to the ballet, and though they had excellent champagne the food was left to be desired. Admittedly, there was about one thing on the menu my dietary restrictions would allow me to eat.

[Edited on Sep 12, 2005 12:27PM]
nixon:
There is a sensation of something unfinished...
oh, wait. That's just my drink.

See ya this evening?
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Dear you,

A week ago today, I was eating Indian food out of a vacuum-sealed pouch; I hadn't slept any more than four hours at a time for a week. Repressed near-strangers were labelling me a slut, and I was covered in decades worth of dust.

Least night, prettied up as goth as fuck, I sauntered into Absinthe, with an elegant and exotic companion on...
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We fear.

Why do we fear?

We fear that we are small.

But we are small.

We fear that we are weak.

But we are weak.

We fear that we are a small shard of an infinitely large universe.

We are.

We hold onto our image of ourselves as flawless; as eternal victims of others crimes.

We deny that we make others our victims as...
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noelani:
Remember to Breathe is what's engraved on the Ipod that was given to me last Christmess.

Yes, we are small and we are weak. Most of us don't remember that... and some of us who do, think that's all we are. Balance is tough sometimes.

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amitabha:
you come across pretty smart when you're not busy being all gothy.
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My lips are torn. My skin looks like I've been dragged through barbed wire.

Two lovers' scents are mingled in my clothes.

I love having a lover.

Sensuality suits me. wink

Now it's time to start planning for halloween...
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Home.

Processing.

Later.
noelani:
Processing...

yes...

I...

nevemind, nothing is coming out right.
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Back in a week.

Keep things saucy, girls, knowing full well that I'll be leaving bodies behind me, too.

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fractal:
hey big brother.

this year I decided to not let go, instead to learn and continue on.

this year I wasn't there due to someone else's actions, but I live on.

this year, I spoke hey big brotha out to the ocean and I know you turned and looked around.

this year, I watched it all fall to the ground on my stupid computer and a tear escaped.

and this year, it's all gonna be alright.

I'll see you soon. It's time to come home.
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I make an excellent lover.

I make a terrible boyfriend.

I like it that way.

All passion, no roles. The honeymoon never ends.

I'd rather gossip about my lover's boyfriends, and support them through the dark times, than be a part of (if not the cause of) the dark times myself.

I want a partner to laugh with, not fight with about who looked at...
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Said it before, I'll say it again.

I don't care hov much you want me.

Make me wamt you...
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I can taste the poetry of madness on the wind.

It tastes like desert clay and bonfire ash.

It tastes like dust on your thighs.

It smells like mad boys with black pistols, and sour-wine sweat.

It feels like hot sun on rusted steel, desert heat and crucifixion sex.

The slow, deep grind of a frustrated apocalypse reaching for release.

The rythmm of ancient drums,...
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olivia:
God, I thought that was a bug bite and a nasty bout of thrush!
dogeye:
maby i should just stay home whatever